As I had previously seen on the iPod, the corridor and the rooms on the ground floor were no different from what I had seen. After about thirty seconds of gait, we arrived in front of the staircase that led to the surface.
"Miss Evelyne, how many days do I have...
"Evelyne."
"Hum?"
"Just call me Evelyne." She imposed this condition with an unshakeable look that told me to hope for everything except to give a refusal.
"Ahem, Evelyne...
"Yes!"
"!"
D*mn, why does she yell like that?! Ahh... she definitely has a mental problem.
"...How many days have I been unconscious?" I asked, returning to my main question.
The reason was that this apartment seemed too tidy, even though I created a disorder that was impossible when I was not in my state of fury; I did not see the slightest damage on the walls.
As if she seemed to be able to guess my thoughts, she joyfully nodded and explained to me: "You will be with me in less than 48 hours. If you ask me this by referring to the current house's state, don't worry about it, Lucie has already tidied up the whole house from the moment you entered my room."
Hearing her talk about another person, I couldn't decide whether or not it was a good idea to want to learn more about that person. But the information is essential, even if neither of these two people I met in this villa is normal, it does not mean that all the others will be in the same state as them; Umu, perhaps, in the end, these two people are exceptions among the others.
"Lucie?" I finally asked, after being unable to retain my curiosity.
Nodd,
"Yes, she's the witch who takes care of my problems that can be considered abnormal."
Ah... I see, of course, there are witches in our world; it's not surprising since there are vampires. I wouldn't be surprised if she started telling me that there are a thousand different races on our small planet. Suddenly, I woke up in my daydream when she continued her sentence.
"But even if we do not yet know what you have become, you must be very careful against the pothidral's hunters; and the witches. These dogs are attracted to everything unique."
"Hmm, hunters? Like vampire hunters that we are used to seeing in movies?" The reason for my confusion was that, unlike movies, the hunters of this world could not be so unlucky to have vampires as targets.
The strength that this woman showed me earlier far exceeded my expectations. Not to mention her, even I, who have become something different from vampires, have a monstrous force that far exceeds those of humans. But despite everything, I know I am not as strong as vampires; Evelyne is an excellent example that serves me as a reference.
Well, even if I'm probably weaker than the weakest vampire, I'm still stronger than an average human, no?
From what I have learned so far, I can guess that vampires, witches, and finally, this famous pothidral...? They are hidden from the eyes of outside people and lead a kind of holy war between them; I can easily guess this because of the vampires' nature who represent darkness and darkness for the pothimas' holy scriptures; as for witches... I can't imagine their positions in all this scrum. (pothimas is the hunters' deity)
But I didn't have time to organize my thoughts...
At the same time, I could see a vast and luxurious living room that was painted grayish white; as I climbed the steps of the stairs from the ground floor. The living room had nothing to do with the old and Gregorian look of the room I found; on the contrary, luxury was the only word that could be used to describe everything in this giant living room.
The dining room was at the back of the living room with three long white chairs surrounding a strangely black table, as if it were dark gold.
In front of the dining room, there was a mini bar with more than fifty sets of various drinks and wines I had never seen; but I could still identify some brands of wines that are made by Mike's father's family business. In the middle of the living room, separated from others by white silk curtains, was a TV that was not intended to be watched by human beings... but probably by giants! And this roughly wide TV faced the jet-black armchairs that made the living room more luxurious, like a presidential palace.
'Why does she like to waste so much money?' I ask myself, looking at the ground shining under my feet and displaying the reflection that made me doubt the identity of the person I saw under my feet. But unfortunately, I had neither the time nor the luxury to check my body.
A playful voice suddenly resonates in the exquisite living room, which is more luxurious than the living room of my friend's father, Mike Walker. "Ahh...my sweet princess, you can't imagine how much I am--!
But unfortunately, just like Sofia, he stopped his sentence with a frown when he noticed my presence. But unlike Sofia, who was curious to know my identity, I could instinctively guess the hostility in this man's eyes.
If I am not mistaken, This man is Alfred Vermillon, a viscount; in other words, another noble vampire if I trust what Sofia said before leaving me alone with Evelyne.
"Who is this ant?!" His blue eyes, which are the same color as mine, suddenly turned red when his gaze crossed mine. For some reason, I was beginning to find it funny to see vampires so emotional. In a way, it reassured me to see a small portion of my madness shine in their bloody eyes.
As a noble vampire, he did not have an everyday look. He had short red hair and a 185cm silhouette, about the same as mine, but I was two cm longer than him. His body was no less muscular than that of my friend Mike, not to mention his skin, which was slightly pale.
The strange smile on my lips suddenly faded when I saw the d*ckhead accompanying him! Oh my, I knew this b*stard! So this guy also turned into a vampire? That's interesting, even very INTERESTING!
But I instantly looked away when I suddenly felt the madness emerge in the depths of my soul. Ugh! It was not the time to lose control; I would have several opportunities to transform his life of this type into an eternal hell.
John Maxwells, the ass*ole who stained the shirt I'm wearing right now, the son of... who made me live in hell and who tried to slap my mother on my last birthday, which was three years ago! This good old John Maxwells, who was my most faithful friend before high school, but who gave me his natural face after my accident. I swear to dead-pierce this guy if he looks at me with one of the unpleasant eyes.
At the same time, I felt my heart suddenly calm down when I felt Evelyne's delicate hand in mine. I looked at her with astonishment, but strangely, she seemed to have guessed that I was starting to lose my cold blood.
Then her soft smile instantly disappeared on her lips, and she looked coldly at Alfred with total indifference. "An ant, do you say? Let me introduce you to Kasel Snow, my husband." She announced with a sincere smile that seemed more realistic than ever. I myself would be convinced if I were not complicit in this misunderstanding.
This woman is a demoness in her pure state.
Hearing Evelyne's words, Alfred, who had bloodshot eyes, significantly when he saw her holding my hand, suddenly calmed down as he was about to explode with rage.
His sudden calm was so strange that it could only be worthy of a vampire; such an emotional change.
As usual, he restyled his red hair backward before giving me his most beautiful dummy smile. "Oh? So how did Miss Evelyne marry a newborn? That's interesting. Delighted, Mr. Snow; my name is Alfred Vermillion." He said, offering me a handshake.
But seeing this fake smile on his lips, I could instinctively guess the intentions of this vicious vampire. My faith, it's the right time to get an idea of my strength in this new world that is opening up to me.
A mocking smile emerged on the corner of my lips when I innocently stretched out my hand to tighten his hand. Even if I was convinced I couldn't win against him, I wanted to know the strength of other vampires.
At the same time, I felt him cling to my hand like an obsessed 'YAOI' who had just found his type of man. But I knew that this impression was nothing more than a shitty metaphor, following the sudden force that compressed the bones of my hand from the moment he grabbed my hand with yours.
Oh god, this guy really underestimates me too much!' I suddenly thought after noticing his strangely weak strength that could not even crush a fly. Well, if you want to play it like that, it's time for you to take this newborn, as you say, a little more seriously.
With this decision, I suddenly counterattacked by shaking his hand with all the strength I could apply. But at the same time, I could hear pleasant bones crackling sounds in my ear like the sweet lullaby that my mother sang to me; coupled with his face that has twisted with pain...
Kahahah--!!
-My Goodness! Wake up, Kasel! That's not the time to imitate this sadistic girl next to you!
I shouted at myself, letting go of Alfred's hand, which now looked like the rotten pulpit. I learned a crucial thing from this little confrontation; I need more details to know if it was Alfred who was particularly weak even though he is a noble vampire or if it is my vampire powers that are centered on stamina.
By letting go of his hand, I could see, once again, the ultra-fast regeneration of vampires at work; on Alfred's bruised hand. Honestly, I didn't feel anything seeing her like that.
Apart from the thirst for excitement, I didn't really have a problem controlling my anxiety and other negative emotions; like fear and pity (empathy)... except for the anger and overexcitation that made me lose my mind, I managed to control my other emotions so far generally.
"Son of a b*tch! I'm going to kill you." Instantly, when I looked in front of me, I could see Alfred's body bathed in scarlet flames, whose heat could not leave me indifferent.
But more importantly, his inflamed fist was flying straight to my face when he had now lost all control of himself in his rage. Hahh~ I guess we had to expect him to be like that after a defeat against a newborn, and the most humiliating thing about all this is that he was humiliated in front of this Sadistic whom he chases.
Um, I understand you; you are a male Sofia, after all. Since it is in suffering that your happiness lies, even if it is so!
Sofia, the masochist was right; this guy has an ego as fragile as a cardboard building... or maybe it was Evelyne who described him like that? But I didn't care about this insignificant detail. Even if his punch was fast at first, he now looks like something slowed down by time, as if it was time itself slowing down.
I could not explain what was happening to me at the moment, but my senses were sharper than I had ever felt; I could feel my blood bubbling in my veins by the sudden rise of adrenaline in my body that gave life to all my body cells and blessed them with a force that was unknown to me until now!
All these incredible things that happened in my body took place almost instantly!
And at that moment, I could now see the abnormal change in my pupils and the emergence of my sharp canines that were growing madly in my mouth, transforming my smile into a more devilish smile than Evelyne's. At that very moment, I followed my predatory instinct and managed to avoid his punch, thanks to the sudden speed explosion quickly, and my punch punched fiercely into his face, which was distorted by hatred.
After a sonic 'BANG', he flew directly to the stair and smashed against it, creating a more significant disorder than I had made during my intrusion.
Ahh~, this childhood friend John, why do you always have your mocking smile? Did you think I was going to be mistreated by this b*stard? However, I warned you (in my mind) not to show me that mocking smile that you had always shown me, didn't you?! You can't help it, huh? Even if you haven't recognized me yet, it's still me, your childhood friend, whom you've always treated like shit. Because of you, I haven't had a birthday party since my 17th birthday!
But even worse, he tried to attack me when he saw his master get racketed by me.
I knew that Alfred was John's master because of the scarlet pearl I saw in John's heart with my yellow-dark-red eyes.
I couldn't explain it; it's just the impression it gave me, even if I had no explanation.
John was a man taller than Mike and this Alfred; he had an average look with arched and thick eyebrows. He was also the vice-captain of our university's basketball team.
Unlike Alfred, I had a personal hatred for this son of d*ck who had made my life hell. But, seeing him rush towards me with such ardor, my heart finally got impatient by waiting for him. I sprinted directly towards him at lightning speed and grabbed his throat instantly, lifting him on the tip of his feet.
The madness that made me lose my mind from the moment I felt Alfred's hostility towards me excited me even more and more as I slowly squeezed his neck while keeping the sadistic smile on my lips and joyfully delighting in his suffering.
I need someone to stop me; otherwise, I will do something irreparable!